My very personal birthday poem. Ballade François Villon I die of thirst beside the fountain Im hot as fire, Im shaking tooth on tooth In my own country Im in a distant land Beside the blaze Im shivering in flames Naked as a worm, dressed like a president I laugh in tears and hope in despair I cheer up in sad hopelessness Im joyful and no pleasures anywhere Im powerful and lack all force and strength Warmly welcomed, always turned away. Im sure of nothing but what is uncertain Find nothing obscure but the obvious Doubt nothing but the certainties Knowledge to me is mere accident I keep winning and remain the loser At dawn I say I bid you good night Lying down Im afraid of falling Im so rich I havent a penny I await an inheritance and am no ones heir Warmly welcomed, always turned away. I never work and yet I labor To acquire goods I dont even want Kind words irritate me most He who speaks true deceives me worst A friend is someone who makes me think A white swan is a black crow The people who harm me think they help Lies and truth today I see theyre one I remember everything, my minds a blank Warmly welcomed, always turned away. Merciful Prince may it please you to know I understand much and have no wit or learning Im biased against all laws impartially Whats next to do? Redeem my pawned goods again! Warmly welcomed, always turned away.
Posted on: Fri, 15 Nov 2013 03:04:55 +0000
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